Lyrics

The little heads upon the kitchen table
They wait for their role in your latest fable
And I catch your eye and then we laugh until it hurts

The sign around his neck says "Hi, I'm Swedish"
"Send me to Omaha, I speak no English"
Now, you are the only one who thinks it's funny, too.

You're my favorite thing
Please forgive me when I sing that
I hope I die before you do
'Cause I'm not good without you
I hope I die before you do
'Cause I can find another you

You and I don't need anything to believe in
We're each other's favorite miscellaneous heathen
And now I feel so vindicated by it all

Dying in my sleep or eaten by a lion
I don't know, perhaps it's fine if we go at the same time